On the same day, Chaolu decided to leave Bihai Village and set off for Cangzhou.

Seeing Chaolu's expression, Chen Yao and Xiaoliu tacitly agreed that they didn't ask anything, while the old man Bihai lamented helplessly for a while, but repeatedly told Chaolu to come back here if he encountered difficulties outside.

On the way back, the three of them were relatively speechless, completely devoid of the joy they had when they came. Chaolu didn't tell anyone what the answer was when she came all the way here......

At this moment, she just wants to be quiet, thinking about where she should go, if she really can't go back, what should she do? Why did this qiē find himself? And he didn't even hesitate to give a word of comfort, and he was the Nine Heavens Divine Key around that bullshit all the time! came to this world and met the first person who made me feel uncontrollable, but before this relationship began, it died ridiculously!

Despite the bumpy road, Chaolu just shrunk in the carriage silently, burying her face deep in the crook of her arm, suddenly feeling so helpless.

Whether it's Chen Yao or Yu Feng Xian, after all, they don't believe what they say at all, do they? If you travel from another world or something, if you meet someone in the 21st century and say something like this, you will think that the other person is crazy.

What should she do?

……

Tianjian Gate, an annual sword trial conference.

In the center of the majestic platform stood a giant sword pointing straight to the clouds, and the ring was surrounded by war drums tied with red silk, and the heads of each faction sat in the stands on both sides, followed by the young disciples carefully selected by their respective sects to participate in the sword trial conference.

As the lord of the Cangye Palace who returned to the Central Plains, his name is not widely known among some small sects that have risen in recent years, but the heads of several major sects still know that they must not offend the master of the Flower Palace who commanded the first gate faction outside the gate at a young age, although the sphere of influence of the Cangye Palace is not in the Central Plains, but there are many capable people under its disciples and the exercises are strange, and no one wants to provoke an opponent with unknown strength in this extraordinary period when the entire martial arts is divided by several major forces.

Hua Tianye, who was courteous to the guests, sat in the highest position of the stands, and the adjacent seats were the head of the Imperial Mansion Yu Fengxian, the owner of the Hanging Cloud Villa, the Baili Liuyun, the head of the Xuanming faction, Shan Xiaoyao, and the heads of several major factions such as the Panruo Temple, Chongyang Temple, and Tingyulou.

As the organizer, Nangong Lieyu, the head of the Heavenly Sword Sect, sat in the center of a kind of guest, followed by his palm pearl, the eldest lady of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Nangong Qian, and several elite disciples under the door.

Although Hua Tingye registered for Chaolu as promised, now that the competition is halfway through, they have not yet appeared. Looking back at Yu Fengxian, who was a few seats away from him, he saw a calm expression on his face, as if he believed that Asaka would come before the end of the competition.

The gray-robed man on the stage who had won three games in a row was Luo Feng, the second disciple of the head of the Xuanming Sect, Shan Xiaoyao, and he could be regarded as a sword master in the younger generation. Just when they thought that no one would step forward to challenge again, a fiery red figure jumped into the ring lightly, it was Nangong Qian, the daughter of Nangong Lieyu, the head of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Arrogant as this eldest lady disdains to make any opening salute, she directly pulls out her long sword and attacks Luo Feng - and the sword with a slightly reddish blade in her hand turned out to be the tenth flying sword in the sword weapon rankings! Everyone sighed for a while, it seems that this Nangong Lieyu attaches great importance to his daughter, you must know that this flying sword is owned by the peerless swordsman Chi Yue, who became famous more than ten years ago, and I don't know what method Nangong Lieyu used to get it.

Seeing Nangong Qian hurriedly pick up the sword and stab him, Luo Feng immediately retreated, and his body sank just to avoid the sword blade. And Nangong Qian's wrist tightened, withdrew the sword body, kicked the ground with her front foot, leaned forward, and quickly stabbed out the second sword - "Drink!" Luo Feng frowned and groaned, holding the sword in his right hand to block the Flying Death Sword, and his left arm bent his elbow towards Nangong Qian, but Nangong Qian's figure jumped away from the spot in a flash, making Luo Feng pounce in the air. Many of the guests present couldn't help but sigh, this little girl is so fast!

In fact, Nangong Qian is still a little proud in her heart, she was born in a swordsmanship family and has her father's true inheritance, coupled with this peerless sword, few young swordsmen in this case are her opponents...... However, she could feel that although this Luo Feng was not from a swordsmanship sect, and his swordsmanship was not as good as hers, his internal cultivation was very profound, and he could not be underestimated.

The two of them occupied each side of the ring separately, both of them had concerns, but the arrogant Nangong Qian still couldn't hold her breath and launched an attack again-I saw her flying like a swift and jumping behind Luo Feng, and the tip of the sword swept towards the other party.

Seeing the other party attacking, Luo Feng was shocked, you must know that this flying sword is a famous weapon in the sword, even if it is only slightly touched by the sword qi it emits, it is extremely harmful...... In order to avoid the sword qi, Luo Feng took a few steps back, but his robe still cut a wide opening.

In a hurry, he immediately looked at Shan Xiaoyao on the high platform, only to see that the white-haired old man looked calm, but his eyes were looking at his apprentice very sharply, as if he had conveyed some instructions, Luo Feng lowered his eyebrows and put away his long sword and bowed to Nangong Qian, and said loudly: "Miss Nangong has superb swordsmanship, admit defeat in the next!" ”

"Humph!" Nangong Qian doesn't care why Luo Feng wants to admit defeat, as long as she wins.

Shan Xiaoyao naturally had a wishful thinking, although Luo Feng's sword skills were not as good as Nangong Qian's, but if he continued to compare, he would still be better than his apprentice, but he deliberately let the apprentice admit defeat but did not want to offend Nangong Lieyu, and now the power of Hanging Cloud Villa is getting bigger and bigger, and he also expects to win the ally of Tianjianmen~ Just when Nangong Lieyu was smiling and preparing to present an award to his daughter, a goose yellow gauze skirt fell from the sky like a nine-day fairy.

"Nangong girl, you haven't returned my hairpin yet!"

A slightly naughty tone sounded, and everyone on the field immediately widened their eyes to see who the eldest lady dared to challenge the dignified Heavenly Sword Sect.

I saw that the young girl who suddenly appeared in the ring had long black hair neatly tied up in a bun at the back of her head, and the opposite of ordinary women was that she did not use any hair accessories, only left a strand of hair behind the bun, fluttering in the wind, like a real heroine, sassy and heroic, as beautiful as a spring flower, her face was also not powdered, and a pair of bright big eyes flashed with confidence.

"Morning Dew ......" When he saw the face of the girl in the field, Yu Fengxian's slender palm subconsciously grasped the armrest of the chair.

Baili Liuyun, who was sitting at the banquet, looked as usual, but the frost was gradually rising in his deep eyes.

Several other big faction leaders stared at the ring curiously, no one knew this little-known little girl, they only thought she was a little too frivolous.

However, Hua Tianye's beautiful face showed a playful expression, and others couldn't see it, but the maid of the Cangye Palace who was standing aside found that her palace master had been sleepy throughout the competition, and it was not until this moment that she suddenly became energetic.

"...... you" Nangong Qian twitched the corners of her mouth, and raised her chin arrogantly, "Nobodies dare to go to the ring?" ”

However, Chaolu didn't care, and the corners of his mouth raised briskly-"As long as I defeat you, the eldest lady of the Heavenly Sword Gate, then I won't be a nobody~"

"Joke! It's up to you—"

Nangong Qianxiu raised her eyebrows and stabbed at Chaolu, this kind of goods can be solved with one move.

At the same time, he lightly stepped back a few meters on the tip of his toes, but his fingers touched the hilt of the sword and slowly pulled out the long sword at his waist.

"Frost Evening Sword?!" Nangong Qian stopped attacking in shock, how could it be......

As surprised as Nangong Qian, there were also all the guests in the audience, the frost sword was the fifth-ranked peerless sword! It is said to be owned by the former empress of Tianshu and buried in the forbidden land of Tianshu after the death of this powerful empress...... Now this sword is in the hands of a yellow-haired girl, not to mention that Nangong Qian can't figure it out, even these respected heads in the stands can't understand it.

Seeing that the other party caused a heated discussion at the banquet, Nangong Qian's eyes were cold, she had never been able to tolerate people who were more in the limelight than herself, so she threw her sword and rushed away regardless of how many levels the sword in the other party's hand was higher than her own flying death.

Seeing Nangong Qian's fierce attack, Chao Lu stepped forward to fight, the silver-white frost and the crimson flying corpse collided together with a crisp sound, and the two faced each other for a moment and then separated at the same time, and then each took an attack posture and attacked each other again.

"Feng'er, what do you think of these two girls' swordsmanship?" Shan Xiaoyao still spoke with internal strength and asked Luo Feng, who was standing behind him, with an unfathomable smile on his face.

"Miss Nangong has solid basic skills, and there are almost no loopholes in one move and one style, but ...... The sword path of the girl in yellow was very strange, and the disciple had never seen it. Luo Feng replied calmly.

Shan Xiaoyao smiled and said nothing, although she couldn't see where the girl in yellow had been taught, but judging from this swordsmanship without false moves, her master must be an amazing figure, such a swordsmanship, if it weren't for the top swordsman, he wouldn't dare to try it at all.

On a tree not far from the Heavenly Sword Gate Sword Trial Platform, a young man in black was leaning lazily, his beautiful side face did not have much expression, and he didn't seem to care about what happened on the field, perhaps, because the winner was already destined to not need to pay attention to anything.

The swordsmanship taught by him Chen Yao has only one result, and that is to win.

Let's take a nap first and wait for the competition over there!

……

And in the ring of the sword trial, the battle has long been over.

Nangong Qian has lived for eighteen years, and she never imagined that she would one day be defeated by such a humble guy who is not worth mentioning. Nangong Lieyu's expression at this time was also very ugly, when did his baby daughter who had been held in the palm of his hand since childhood suffered such a grievance today? No, you must not let this little girl who makes her daughter angry have a good time!

After Nangong Qian ran out of the ring in shame, Nangong Lieyu waved his hand to summon his proud protégé, Pei Ruoxuan, the eldest disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, in order to suppress the other party's Shuangxi Sword, Nangong Lieyu even lent his saber dragon pattern to the apprentice to use.